Matthew Renault flopped down in the plush leather cushions of his office chair and blew out a long breath.
How could his grandfather do this to Lana—to him even? He ran an angry hand through his close cropped, jet black hair, disheveling it into wild spikes. When Tom retired, his grandfather assured him that Lana would be promoted to CEO. So it had been a shock to him when his name had been announced instead.Right after Lana stormed out, he’d pulled Gerard Renault aside for an explanation.“What was that about? You told me Ms. Holt was going to be promoted,” he’d accused.His grandfather had shrugged his stocky shoulders and the lines of his face had deepened when he’d spoken. He at least he had the decencyto appear remorseful. “I wanted to promote her, but the Board refused tosupport her bid for CEO. They were really uncomfortable with having someone from outside the family in the position again. I had no choice but to appoint you. I’m sorry Matthew.”“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” he’d whispered angrily before spinning on his heels to follow Lana.He leaned back in his chair and stared out across Midtown Atlanta, his eyes vacant. Lana didn’t deserve this. She had devoted herself to Renault Corp, and this was her thanks? If he’d been her he would have quit too.He glanced down at the card in his hand, twisting it between his fingers. She’d given it to him and told him to call her if he had any questions. A small grin flashed across his face. He had a question—would she have dinner with him Friday night? That had been the main question he’d wanted to ask her since he’d first laid eyes on the voluptuous older woman two years ago.He remembered their first meeting like it was yesterday. She’d been wearing a form fitting white turtle neck Cashmere dress that hugged her gorgeous figure down to her knees, where it teased the tops of her spike heeled leather black boots. The soft white hue of the dress had complimented the warm tones of her rich, chocolate complexion. Her shoulder length hair had been pulled back into a severe bun and she’d worn standard wire rimmed glasses that obscured her beautiful almond shaped brown eyes.She’d shaken his hand with a cool authority and he’d been smitten ever since. No matter how hard he tried to invite her to lunch or engage her in small talk, she had always remained polite, but aloof—the epitome of professionalism. Everyone called her the Ice Bitch if they were nice,worse if they weren’t. But he sensed beneath her chilly exterior was awarm and sensual woman who she worked very hard to hide, and it was that woman he wanted to discover. He wanted to get to know the real Lana Holt, not the one she showed to the rest of the world.He stared at the ten digits she’d hastily scrawled on the back of the card. What would she do if he called her and asked her out? Or better yet showed up on her doorstep with an invitation to dinner? He knew the answer to both of those questions. She would give him a cool, but polite, no.If he wanted to get to know Lana more intimately then he was going to have to come up with something far better than a phone call or a visit.A thought popped into his head and he sat up, ramrod straight, in his chair. It was a long shot, a crazy idea even. He curled his lips up into a smile and glanced back down at the card. Crazy idea or not, he was fresh out of options. He shot up from his chair and bounded out of his office just in time to see the doors to the elevator close with Lana inside. His smile grew wider. Perfect timing.“That’s impossible. It has to be here,” Lana cried as her fingersskimmed across the keyboard of her office computer, her eyes frantic. After several long minutes she finally stopped and whipped her chair around, nearly throwing Matthew off balance, who’d been leaning against it to peer over her shoulder.“I don’t know what happened. When I left Thursday it was here. I promise you.”“It was your account, Lana. If you don’t have it then no one else does,” Matthew said coolly.For several moments she just stared at him with blinking eyes, not really knowing what to say or do. She was at a complete loss. When she’d cleaned out her desk two days ago she had been sure to leave all company files on her computer or on disks in her office. It was companypolicy. Once an employee ended his or her relationship with Renault, they were obligated by law to leave all materials pertaining to Renaultacc
He was right. And when she glimpsed the wounded expression on his face, she instantly felt ashamed of her behavior. It wasn’t fair to hold something that was beyond his control against him. She blew out a wearybreath. “I know, and I’m sorry for my comment. But honestly Matthew, I have no idea what happened to those files. I really can’t help you—”“Can’t or won’t?” He asked tightly.“Both,” she said quietly, and stepped around him to head toward the door.She froze when his hands clamped around her arms and he dragged her up against his hard body, her back brushing against his chest. A tiny shiver raced down her spine when she felt the distinct outline of his cock through her clothing. She instantly pushed out her hips to put some space between their bodies.“I can’t let you walk out of here—,” he whispered into her ear, and she had to repress a shudder when his
Matt nearly laughed aloud when Lana blinked at him for several tense seconds as if she was trying to ferret out the deeper meaning of his words. He could tell the moment she’d brushed his comment aside, as if it was a joke, by the subtle shake of her head. He wanted to grab hold of her and shake her. She was a brilliant woman, but for some reason shealways chose to play dumb when it came to his obvious flirting and veiledcomments.He knew she saw the look in his eyes and understood the meaning of his words, and yet she pretended as if she didn’t.“We need to start on this now,” he said moving toward the door to her old office. “I will grab an extra chair from—”“Oh no. I’m not working here on a Saturday anymore. Again, you forget I am no longer an employee.” She pulled out a notepad from her desk drawer and like two days before she scribbled something down for him. “Here is my address.&rdquo
Despite the innocence of her words, he was forced to gulp down a deep breath when tingles of pleasure shot straight to his cock. He wanted to help himself to something alright, but it was certainly not down that hallway.They rounded a sharp corner and walked into a large home office that rivaled her space at work. And like her work office, Lana had everything from a fax machine to a paper shredder tucked away in a neat and tidy fashion. He bit back a grin. She was just so organized. Hewondered what it would take to rumple her feathers and her carefullyordered life.“You can put everything right there.” She gestured to a sturdy glass coffee table on the other side of her desk.He nodded and began to pull everything from the bag he’d carriedinside. Flipping open his laptop, he took a seat on the couch behind thetable. He sat there, his lips twisting into a slight frown as he stared back at the computer screen. He didn’t r
Her eyes rounded and she flattened her hands against his chest to push him away. “What are you—”She should have known from the devilish gleam in his eyes that he was up to something, but when he dipped his head to press his lips against hers, there was no longer any doubt.She gasped in surprise as she stood there frozen, but that was a big mistake. As soon as she parted her lips, he swept inside, his tongue teasing the moist flesh of her mouth as he stroked it around, coaxing her to surrender. He didn’t have to wait long. Shocks of warm pleasure skated across her skin and warmth pooled at her hot center as every nerve in her body crackled with energy. She closed her eyes, twisted her arms behind his neck and simply melted against him as her body disintegrated into one big mass of jelly. Wet heat gushed from inside her to dampen her panties when he cupped her ass and drew her closer to the temptation of his lengthening cock. A sigh of pleasure tore
“Shit.” Lana scowled at her computer screen when she realized she’d spent the last five minutes inputting the wrong data into the wrong column of her Excel spreadsheet. She jerked off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.The events from the night before kept replaying in her head like a broken record. Not only had she admitted to Matthew that she was available but then she’d promised to go out on a date with him as soon ashe returned from New Zealand in three weeks. He wanted to take her outsooner but she’d reminded him that if they were going to finish the account in time for his trip to New Zealand that they just didn’t have the time to spare. He’d seen the wisdom of her advice and agreed—although very reluctantly, but not before she promised to give him a rain check.“What is wrong with you? How did you allow a twenty-nine year old to browbeat you into a date of all things?”She shoo
The sharp sound of something breaking apart instantly startled him awake. He blinked for several seconds until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It took him another few moments to remember where he was. When his foggy mind began to clear he instantly became alert. Lana.He shot off the couch and crept around the corner. He squinted his eyes against the brightness of the light from the hallway, but was grateful for it because it gave him a clear path to the stairs that led up to the second floor where she slept.The creaking of a door startled him, and he bounded up the stairs, two at a time, his fear for Lana dogging his steps. When he reached the second floor he struggled to once again adjust to the darkness. But as soon as he did, he saw from the corner of his eyes a shadowy figure moving slowly. With silent steps he crept in that direction.His sneakers dug into the plush carpet, muffling each step he took, as he silently stalked the figure moving away from him. H
She wasn’t sure if it was his kisses or the revelation that shocked her, probably both.“Christ, Lana. I want you,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve wanted you from the day I first met you,” he whispered as he skimmed his hand up her body to tug the other strap down.She struggled to wrap her mind around his words. She had always been polite, but aloof in her dealings with him, and yet he claimed he’d harbored an attraction to her for two years. The sincerity of hisdeclaration boosted her confidence, but she still could not shake the slightdoubt that nagged her.“Matthew,” she rasped out when he moved to push her gown down her body. She shook her head and clutched the thin material at herbreasts just before it could slip to the floor. She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his searching gaze.“I—I,” she struggled to say the words. She was a tough as nails corporate